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“No dads in front of the railing, you know the rules” Abbot said curtly, walking over to the railing that separated the roof from the edge that Robby was resting on, “having to deal with me as your doctor and your pregnant wife is not a combination I think you want brother”
“Seeing Heather mad at you for letting it happen and not at me for wearing the wrong color shirt like she was this morning would be enjoyable” Robby said with a tight smile as he crawled back under the railing, taking his rightful spot next to Abbot as they looked out over the Pittsburg sunset. “She’s telling the girls tonight, said Mohan sent her some Tik Tok of a cute way” he trails off.
“I wouldn’t call it cute, seems like a form of torture to me,” he chuckled, “They’re all randomly grabbing a pregnancy test out of a box to see if anyone’s positive” Robby looked at him like he had grown his leg back. Jack was unphased, Samira having sent him ideas the past few days while she was sick in bed while he was on shift. Most of the time she would send him case reports she found interesting for them to discuss or new ideas she had for her research, but not this week. She was too excited for everyone to finally find out the big news and needed something mindless to distract her while she was laid up in bed, sick out of her mind with some weird stomach bug. Jack just shakes his head and turns to face him, “young people man, always finding new ways to be…”
“I’m still just worried about the whole thing,” he trails off again, staring out at the skyline like something was going to change if he looked away, “she’s, we’ve, never made it this far. I don’t think we should be telling people still”
Jack knew they had struggled to get to this point. After Pittfest, Robby finally went to therapy at his and Dana’s pestering. Taking an extended leave to clear his head and meeting with Jack’s therapist twice a week to bring himself back down to Earth after everything that had happened. Finally processing Adamson’s death, patching it up with Jake after the loss of Leah, and learning how to communicate his feelings effectively. He finally put it in the work, and it led him back to Collins. He always thought that they would end back up together, reminded him of the intensity of his connection with his late wife Elizabeth. Instant, fiery, and intense, like you were getting hit with an IED. He couldn’t believe that Robby was letting himself get in his own way of having that.
He used to believe that you only get that chance once in your life. Content with the fact that he got the chance to taste it even if it was only for a decade, a broken decade at that. Five deployments, four moves across three continents, two re-ups, and one blown off leg, ended by a metastasized cancer caught 6 months too late to save her. Diagnosed and gone within 5 weeks. He had always blamed himself, if it wasn’t for his leg maybe they would have caught it sooner. She was so focused on him she neglected herself. Even though he knew it wasn’t true. She had little to no symptoms. Nothing out of the ordinary until she seized in the kitchen on a random Wednesday. Rushed to a hospital in Virginia that she didn’t leave until she was on hospice for her final days.
“You can’t let my death consume you Jack,” she had told him weakly from her hospice bed, reaching for his hand, “just because I’m not here doesn’t mean you get to stop living. I better not be seeing you up there until your old as dirt and you can’t remember anyone’s name”
“It’s funny you think I’m going to meet you up there” he pointed at the sky, chuckling slightly with tears brimming in his eyes, “also that you think I’m going to live that long without you” giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
“You have to promise me Jack,” she squeezed his hand back, eyes getting tired, “at least give me that”
“I promise,” he whispered, kissing her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed, “I promise”
It was the last thing he ever said to her while she was conscious, she had passed the next morning. She was 32, taken from this world way too young and too soon.
He had broken that promise, letting it consume him. The guilt of it all stacked with the grief of losing a limb and the love of his life in a calendar year. Almost letting it consume him so much that he’d be meeting her sooner than she ever wanted.
Emery Walsh was able to pull him back out, sensing that something was severely wrong at his one-year post chopping his leg off appointments at the VA. Putting him a 3 day hold and connecting him with Hank, a hardened around the edges therapist who had served at the tail-end of Vietnam. Knowing Hank had served had given him this underlying relief that this trauma wasn’t going to be too much for the guy, he had seen some shit too and could relate. He told him everything, his absent father, meeting Elizabeth, signing his life away to the Army, losing his leg, losing her. Talking it out with Hank, he made himself content enough to not want to end it all. Forced him to reach out to people who weren’t himself or Walsh, figured out that he thrived in the darkness. He reconnected with Robby after not talking since med school, taking the night shift attending offer and moving to Pittsburg, and accepted the fact that he was probably going to be a single widower forever. No need to open himself up to anyone living except Hank. Eleven years of hacking it alone.
Until that fateful morning Samira Mohan walked in for her first day of residency. Her deep brown eyes locked with his and he was a goner. It took Samira a bit longer to figure that out, a mentorship turned friendship turned relationship. Taking a lot longer time than Robby and Collins had the first go around, but they were happy. Jack was patiently waiting for the day that they could share this news about themselves.
“She’s 16 weeks brother, you’re quickly approaching, hell you’re probably past the time where you can’t hide it anymore,” putting a hand on his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “she’s going to be fine; you’ve made it this far, it’s time you share the joy with everyone that isn’t Samira, Dana and myself,” he then smacks him on the back, “Besides if you let it go unannounced too much longer the betting pool might jump over $2,000”
“It’s that high?!”
“You need to stop crying after you deliver babies brother, It crossed $1,000 three weeks ago after you both cried again,” he turned out to face the skyline again, taking in the sunset one more time before heading down to the hectic ER, “I’m pretty sure some covered holiday shifts are included in this pool now too. Samira and I have kept ourselves out of it, but if it gets that high, we may need to make some easy money” they both turn from the railing, starting to head back to do their official hand-off downstairs. “Are you going to be at this reveal tonight?”
“No, I think its best if I keep myself out of the house for that one, don’t want it to feel like I’m crashing their ‘Girls Night’. Getting dinner with Langdon to repair some of the damage there,” he opens the door to the stairwell, gesturing for Jack to go down the steps, “How is Mohan doing by the way? She’s still coming over tonight?”
“Yeah, she is, I think she might finally be on the upswing. I’m just happy she feels good enough to get out of the bed let alone the house, she’s been sick as hell the past week. Finally let me do something a couple days ago but she still won’t come in to be seen”
“Is that why we’re missing two IV bags?” Robby questioned him as they descended the stairs.
“Just send me the bill” Jack quipped. “Just tell Gloria it was to get her favorite resident back to work”
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Samira had not felt well enough to move from her and Jack’s bed in five days. Only moving to get up to go to throw up, go to the bathroom, to shower, or to heat up her buttered noodles that Jack has been leaving her in the fridge before he left for his shifts. Unless it was bland or water, she’s not been able to keep it down. She hated being sick, pulling her away from her work, making the already short-staffed ED even worse off. It also upset her with how much it upset Jack. After everything that happened with his wife, a sniffle from Samira would send him into a spiral.
“Honey, I really think you need to go in and see someone,” Jack said to her as he was holding her hair and rubbing her back on the floor of their bathroom. It was the second day of Samira being completely unable to keep anything down. Jack had stayed home from work the past two nights to take care of her. “you could have something really wrong with you” Samira pushed herself back from the toilet and leaned on the cool tub next to it, looking at him
“Babe, you and I both know that with all the symptoms I have, plus the exposure to the recalled eggs I bought, I have textbook salmonella. Symptoms last four to seven days with a headache, vomiting, stomach cramps and a loss of appetite. I’m on the cusp of day three starting”, she says plainly, fully in doctor mode trying to diagnose herself. Jack laughed a little
“Okay Dr. Mohan, love your self-diagnosis here, but we won’t know for sure until you go in and see someone” Jack said with a twinge of pain in his voice. She knew why he wanted her to go in, she understood, but she didn’t want to bog down the already backed up hospital with what she already knew herself.
“Dr. Abbot, I promise you that is exactly what they are going to tell me, besides they can only give me an IV anyways” she sighs, feeling nauseous again and lurching herself back over the toilet. God she couldn’t wait for this to be over. He rubbed her back softly as she kept going, unsure of where any of this was even coming from anymore. She’d only been having saltines and water at this point. “If I’m not better by Friday I will go in, okay?” she turned back to him and wiping her mouth.
“Okay,” he said quietly and kissed her forehead. “Hypothetically, If I smuggled out an IV bag you would let me give it to you for my own peace of mind, right?”
“Yes, sure, fine,” she sighed, “but if you get in trouble...”
“I won’t, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it for you,” he smiled. She laughed a little, remembering the worst hangover she had after the hospital gala, eight months after they had started dating, before anyone even knew they were even together. She had kept a drink in her hands all night to keep them from touching Jack under the table.
He had smuggled home two IV bags that night, and she was so grateful because she needed them both. She didn’t realize how dehydrated she was until she had finished the first IV, feeling like she was finally able to keep her stomach in check. So much so she attempted to eat too much and caused her to throw up again, requiring the 2nd IV. Jack had been nothing but patient with her while doing so and was relieved to see that she was on the upswing after the 2nd round.
Perfect timing she thought since tonight was Girls Night. After her conversation with Cassie after Pittfest, Samira knew she had to grow her life outside of work and Jack. She started going to Pilates with Heather on their days off, grabbing dinner with Mel and Becca sometimes after shift, drinks with Trinity and McKay after a long shift, or finding new restaurants with Victoria. From their it evolved into them all hanging out after work on what they called Girls Night. It rotated on who would plan it, sometimes it would be out, sometimes in at someone’s apartment or townhome. This month happened to be Heather’s turn hosting, perfect timing to announce her pregnancy to the group.
Samira had been the 3rd person to find out after Robby and Dana. Sworn to secrecy running the order on her blood test and the first ultrasound. Had to keep Jack in the dark for three whole weeks before Robby blabbed to him on the roof one day, unable to contain his excitement that they would be learning the gender this week. Jack had sent her a one during his shift, teasing some “tea”
2:37am
Babe: I think I may have some big “tea” for you. Fill you in when I get home. Love you.
It always made her laugh when he was attempting to use new terms. The concept of tea took her way too long to explain, Jack thinking that she was talking about a new type of tea or requesting it for weeks. Once he finally figured it out, he uses it even for the most mundane things, like Shen changing where he got his coffee from for one shift mundane. She loved that he tried, but she didn’t need him to. Samira loved Jack for the way he was, old slang and all. The use of big made her think of what it could be, but Heather had told her they were finding out the gender this week in passing and she put two and two together pretty quickly.
She swore she almost broke Jack’s heart when he came back from his shift excited to tell her the “tea” that she already knew about. She heard him come in, promptly at 7:30am. Musing that he must’ve left right on time to tell her this big “tea”, dropping his go-bag on the entry way table and hanging his coat up. An urgency in his steps as he walked towards the kitchen. She started the kettle to make his post-shift tea and working on some scrambled eggs for herself. He kissed her on the cheek and leaned back on the counter next to the stove.
“So what’s this big tea you’ve teased me with?” she said, stirring her eggs. He took a deep breath and looked at her with those dark eyes of his, smirking like an idiot, crossing his arms confidently.
“Heather is pregnant” he said excitedly, waiting for a reaction. She hadn’t even missed a beat, not looking up from her eggs.
“I know,” he looked at her bewildered.
“You know?” he scoffed.
“I’ve known for a month, I’m the one who ran the blood test to confirm it” she said plainly, reaching for the cheese to add to her eggs.
“And you didn’t tell me!” he grabs her arm to get her to turn and look at him.
“Robby swore me to secrecy; said he would start calling me Slo-Mo again if I told anyone”
“He would never, he knows I would kick his ass if he did that”. He snaked his arms around her from behind and kissing down her neck, watching her work on her eggs. “When is their appointment?”
She looked at the clock on the stove, 7:37am, “In like 20 minutes,” she reached over to turn off the burner, removing the pan and placing it on the trivet next to the stove. Turning to face him, “Did he tell you while he was on the roof? He better have been behind the…” the kettle whistled sharply, cutting her off from finishing her thought about Collins rule. He reached over her to turn it off, retreating his hands from her waist to grab a mug and a tea bag to pour his cup.
“Yeah, he was a crying mess, worse than when they delivered that baby together yesterday” he chuckled as he poured the hot water into his mug, “and yes he was behind the railing, he told me the rules” he took a sip of his tea as he sat down on one of the stools at their kitchen island.
“Those same rules will apply to you I hope you know,” Samira said matter-of-factly, plating her eggs, walking over to sit next to him, “So enjoy getting to stand on the other side while you can”
Samira Mohan always thought her life was going to be on her “perfected” timeline. Graduate from Stanford early, get into Johns Hopkins, get into her dream residency, become an attending, meet her husband (who most certainly would not be a doctor), and get married, have kid #1 a year into marriage, kid #2 three years in. She had gotten through the first three with ease, mentally checking each box with a massive sense of accomplishment. Everything was going according to plan.
Until Jack Abbot introduced himself on the first day of checkbox number three and the entire timeline went out the window. When she met his eyes during orientation on her first day, something just clicked. She didn’t know what it was at the time, not able to pinpoint exactly what it would be, but she knew it wasn’t going to be nothing.
After her first night shift rotation and discussing her research ideas, he would send her other journal articles on the topic or things he found interesting. They’d discuss over text or email, which then turned into coffee after shift, which turned into grabbing breakfast or dinner out, then it turned into cooking at each other’s places. She tried to talk herself out of it her entire intern year, it was just a little crush and nothing more. He was 10 years her senior at minimum, it would never happen. She had told herself it was all in her head, until one day it wasn’t.
It all fell apart New Years Eve of her R2 year, feelings couldn’t be denied anymore. She moved in six months later, got engaged six months after that. They had eloped a few days after Pittfest at the courthouse across town from the hospital. The words of Cassie McKay being used in more ways than one. Her “perfect” timeline had officially been blown up, her only request was waiting to have kids until after her residency was done.
“And how much longer am I going to get to enjoy that, Mira?” He asked, dragging his hand across her thigh. She knew Jack wasn’t getting any younger. He was nearly 50 and had been waiting a long time for a family of his own. Jack would’ve started whenever she said the word, but she just needed these next 12 weeks to finish residency.
“Three more months babe, three more months and then you’re stuck behind that railing forever”
That was six weeks ago.
Samira checked the time on her phone, 5:00pm. She groaned, knowing she had to get up and attempt to get ready. Peeling herself out of bed, she walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, feeling the illness rinse off her. Knowing all of the usual attendees were going to be arriving from their shift she didn’t need to look polished, just enough to make herself not look like death had warmed over. She threw on some concealer to hide her extremely dark under eye’s, some mascara, threw her hair up in her classic clip and put on one of Jack’s sweatshirts and some leggings. She felt her phone buzz:
Heather: Are you still coming tonight? No pressure if you can’t I know you haven’t been feeling well.
Missed you at Pilates yesterday, Santos hated it.
Samira: Wouldn’t miss it for the world! And I am not surprised, I WAS surprised when she said yes to taking my spot. Do you need help setting up/need me to get anything?
Heather: I don’t need anything but if you wanted to come a little early you can :) Everyone else is getting off shift so who knows when they’ll get here.
Samira: On my way!
Samira grabbed her keys and headed out the door, shooting Jack a text.
Samira: Leaving for Girls Night now, love you
Babe: Have fun. Don’t overdo it. Go home if you feel sick again. Love you too
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It was a quick 15-minute drive over the Heather and Robby’s new house from Jack’s, well her and Jack’s condo. Still within walking distance of the hospital, but a little but bigger to accommodate the new addition. Samira parked in the driveway and took a deep breath, excited that everyone would finally get to know. Although she’s pretty sure Trinity has sniffed it out by now. Her bet changed last week in the pool to be extremely specific and included this night. She kept pestering Samira to get in on the action, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. To her it felt like an unfair advantage, although she did love some easy money sometimes. Samira got out of the car and started walking towards the door. Heather opening it before she even made it to the front door.
“Hey!” She extended her arms for a hug, Samira taking that embrace. “Happy you could make it”
“Same here, thought it was never going to end!” Samira stepped back and looked at Heather’s growing bump, slightly noticeable under her sweatshirt, “it’s a good thing we’re doing this today, I don’t think you can hide it anymore”.
“Can you also tell that to Robby? He was trying to talk me out of it again this morning” gesturing for Samira to head to the kitchen. “saying ‘it’s still too soon’ and ‘we should wait until were past viability’, I can’t wait any longer”. Heather laughed as they walked over to the kitchen.
“He’s just nervous is all,” Samira smiled, “Jack would be the complete opposite. Wanting to scream it from the rooftops for everyone to know” She took a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island while Heather started getting things out of the fridge. “I swear he wanted to start trying the day Robby told him”
“He would’ve started trying New Years Eve if you asked him.” Heather laughed, Samira blushing a bright red, “but seriously, still grasping onto the last bit of your timeline?” Heather questioned as she set some cut strawberries in a bowl on the counter.
“We’ve got six weeks left, I think he can manage waiting just a little longer” Samira reached over and grabbed one, popping it in her mouth, “besides we need to space it out anyways because of you and Robby being on leave. I think the hospital might fall apart if both of them are off at once and leaving Shen in charge”
“Now that I agree with,” she said as she placed the perfectly made charcuterie board out on the counter, “your timeline? A little rigid, you have to let life happen Samira”
“Now you’re starting to sound like Cassie,” Samira rolled her eyes, “and I have! Meeting the husband shouldn’t have happened until at minimum six weeks from now,” Heather was starting to climb onto a stool to grab some wine from the top cabinet. “Oh my god get down and let me get that!” Samira sprung up to help as Heather rolled her eyes and let Samira get on the stool.
“Just because I am pregnant does not mean that I am helpless!”
“No, you’re not but if you fell on my watch, I think Robby might kill me,” Samira started handing down bottles, including one NA Cabernet, “did he put these away?”
“Yes, he really thought he was being helpful, which at the time he was,” She held out her hand to help Samira get down. “Got the NA so I can blend in until we do the test”. She started uncorking the wine and Samira put the bottles of Pino Grigio in the fridge to get it chilled.
“I’ll have some with you, don’t think after being sick I should be going anywhere near alcohol for at least another two days”
“Do you have any idea what it was?” Heather asked as she poured a hefty glass for each of them, passing it over to Samira.
“I think it's salmonella, I had a carton of ones that were recalled. Jack never got it” Samira took a long sip, the first thing she’d drank other than water in days. “This actually tastes good, it actually tastes like wine!”
“I know, I was shocked the first time I had it too, was worried it was just going to taste like grape juice” she extends her glass for a cheers, Samira clinking her glass. “Okay I got three boxes of tests for this do you think that’s enough?”
“I think so, that’s enough for us all to take one at least twice, which I’ve only seen when there’s more than one positive” Samira trails off, “which there shouldn’t be. Trinity is an automatic negative, Cassie and Mel are both single so those should also be negatives, I am for sure a negative, and if Victoria is…”
“god help us all” Heather said and they both laughed. Victoria and Mateo have been dating for months the group and the entire Pitt have pieced together, but they have not told anyone. While they haven’t said anything, the way they are at work makes it all a bit too obvious. Samira thought no one could top Heather and Robby, but these two were so much worse. They have a betting pool going on when it’ll finally slip. “Besides, if there is another one the drama that would ensue would be hilarious” Samira laughs a little, thinking of what to say next when there is a loud knock at the door, “Robby must’ve let them off shift early” Heather heads over to answer, Samira taking a big swig of her wine.
In a matter of seconds everyone is bustling into the kitchen, looking all slightly tired from their shift at the hospital. Samira couldn’t wait to get back, itching to get back into the swing of things.
“Hey Sicko, glad to see your alive” Trinity says, slapping her on the back, “put me in a rough spot a few days ago with Ellis filling in for you” grabbing a glass and pouring herself a cup of Rose.
“One, I didn’t get to choose who filled in for me, and two, it’s not my fault you’ve been flirting with two other doctors on staff” Trinity rolled her eyes, “Jack asked the first person he knew was available”
“Oh so I need to blame your attending fiancé instead?” Trinity retorts “Well maybe I’ll…”
Cassie interrupted, “we all told you that this would be a bad idea”, giving Samira a hug from the side, “don’t take it out on our girl who is recovering.”
“Yeah we all told you,” Mel and Victoria chime in unison, “people swap shifts all the time, they were going to interact at some point” Victoria notes.
“Just let me keep living in my fantasy where neither of them knows the other exists” Trinity jokes taking a sip of her wine.
Heather interrupts, raising her glass, “I’d like to propose a toast to Girl’s Night and us all finally connecting outside of work”
“To Girls Night!” they all cheers. Conversation continues between the group, filling Samira in on all the wild things they’ve seen this week in the Pitt. Cassie catching everyone up about the drama going on with Chad and his annoying girlfriend. Mel sharing that she finally got Becca to watch a movie other than Elf, much to everyone’s relief. Trinity talking about her and Whitaker starting Vanderpump Rules, and how much Whitaker loves it. Victoria sharing that her mother won’t shut up about her cousin meeting with a matchmaker to find a nice guy, hoping that she doesn’t get any ideas for her.
“I just turned 21 and I have residency starting next year when most of my peers would be applying to medical school, I can’t be perfect in every way” she yammers on. That got everyone to raise their eyebrows but they didn’t push on the relationship with Mateo. Samira didn’t have much to talk about with being sick. The wine continues to flow, Samira subtly topping off her and Heathers NA wine without anyone even noticing. Heather looks over at Samira as if to say “should we kick off the activity”, Samira nods.
“Okay guys, I love the conversations we’re having but I did also plan an activity for tonight” Heather stands up, “I thought it would be fun if we did a pregnancy test roulette”
Trinity immediately smirks. Samira can see the gears turning in her head, nothing ever gets past Trinity, she figured out her and Jack got married before Dana, “hmmm and why would we be doing that Heather?”
Samira jumps in “It was both our idea I will say, I saw a few Tik Toks of it while I was stuck in bed and I thought it would be fun, Heather agreed”
“Oh my gosh I have been seeing those too, that sounds so fun let’s do it” Victoria shouts out. Everyone nods in agreement, and they were all off following Heather to the bathroom just down the hall from the kitchen.
“Okay so everyone is going to take one and put it in this box, once the last one is done, we will pull them one at a time at random and see the results,” Heather says, distributing a test to each person. “Who wants to go first?”
They each go one by one, placing each test back in the box. It takes longer than Samira thought it would, but the conversation is light. For some reason, Samira starts to get super anxious. All the what ifs running through her head, what IF someone else is pregnant? How will they keep straight which test is Heather’s if someone else is too? She did not think this through. She reminds herself that Heather also accepted the fact that this could happen by doing it this way. Before she could spiral more, her phone vibrates, making eye contact with Heather from across the table.
Heather: I put a dot with a sharpie on top of mine, don’t take that one! Hoping I’m the one who can say it : )
Samira: sends a gif of Michelle from Full House saying “you got it dude!”
Trinity, the last one to go, exits the bathroom with her timer going “five more minutes, but do we really need to wait for mine?” They wait anyways. The alarm goes off and they all head back to the bathroom. Victoria starts setting up her phone to film,
“Well isn’t the whole point of this so that we make a tik tok too? Be sure to turn them to the camera!” she hits record, Samira is a little bit grateful, she didn’t even think to film it. They all get lined up, Trinity going first, shaking the box so they get more “mixed up”
“Andddddddddd, not pregnant but we already knew that” Trinity smirks and passes the box to Cassie,
“Not pregnant” Cassie says, passing the box to Samira next, she subtly looks down into the box and takes the one that doesn’t have the dot,
“Not pregnant” she says with a smile and passes the box to Heather. Heather confidently reaches into the box, grabbing her test. She slowly flips it over to the camera, the words “Pregnant” projected on the screen.
“Pregnant” Everyone gasps, looking at Heather with wide eyes hoping that its her test she’s holding. “Yes, guys I am pregnant! Surprise!!!!” everyone screams in unison; Heather is blushing like crazy. She gets attacked in hugs and congratulations.
“Now it makes sense why you wanted to do this!” Cassie exclaims, “how many weeks are you?”
“16 weeks, we waited a long time to tell people just to be sure, but I couldn’t wait any longer. We’re informing everyone else at the hospital tomorrow!!!” Everyone is chattering again about how excited they are for her, abandoning the rest of the tests, the camera is still rolling.
“I’m just so happy we can talk about it now!” Samira boasts to the girls in the room. It’s been hard to keep it a secret when they are at work or texting in the girls group chat, she’s happy that everyone finally gets to know.
“Samira you knew?!” Mel asks
“Yes that’s why I didn’t enter the pool, it didn’t seem fair!” Samira says with a smile, she was so happy for her friend and getting to share the big news with everyone. Before they could keep celebrating, Trinity interrupts,
“Well should we do the final two? For the Tik Tok of course.” Everyone looks at her, unsure on if they need to continue since the big news has been revealed, before Victoria says, “yeah then I can edit it to put Heather’s at the end!” they all agree, line back up and keep going. She pulls out the next test, “not pregnant”
It all comes down to Mel, pulling the last test dramatically out of the box, turning it towards the camera. “Guys it says pregnant”